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Raymond always told him of how he would 'cum' on their passed out bodies and then eat them whole. Raymond's fetish was weird. Really weird, but guess who was thinking of doing that to Ivy? Rafe. The same person who thought Raymond's fetish was weird. Rafe giggled as he thought of it. "What's funny?" Ivy voiced out. "Oh nothing" He cleared his throat. "I just thought of ways to make you scream out of pleasure" he answered. He began.

Surprised look, "No, I'm not. A lot of people say that when I tell them I'm not into sports. I like sports, the strategy and stuff. But not all the drama about the teams." "So, what are you into?" He reaches into his bag and my world changes. A book. The man reads. And more. It's the third book in the current bestselling sword and fantasy series. He holds the book half our of the bag like it smells bad. "This right now." My pulse quickens. Suddenly, Travis, the dweeb became a much more promising project. "You read fantasy?" He's checking my face, waiting for the mocking. "Yes." I take the book from his hand.

“It’s for my job. I have a few projects coming up. I'm just jotting down some notes.” “And what do you do?” he inquired. “I’m a writer.” “What do you write?” I paused, staring at him for a moment, tapping my fingers on the leather seat. Realizing this conversation was inevitable, I decided to just get through it. “I write novels.” “About what?” "About Fae folk and other magical creatures… They are fantasy books.” I could consider them my history books, but that was left unsaid. "Are your books any good?" he inquired, shifting his gaze towards me. His lips were twisted, like he didn’t believe a word I was saying.

Dear readers, we're gradually coming to the end of this book. I'd love to let you know that I'm so grateful for the gift of you. If you like Paranormal romance\reverse harem involving other types of creatures like Ice elementals. Dragon shifters, Incubus, Casters, blood Fae, werewolf, lion, bear shifters. You can check my new book: "PRINCESS AND HER FOUR PRINCES". It is such a lovely read, and it will be well worth your time.

“No, fantasy or mystery. Or whatever you’ve got, I guess.” “Mmm, Fantasy. You’re going to be featuring in a few of mine,” Stumpy grinned. He took my plate and finished my food, then washed it up and put my silverware and the plate back in their respective stacks. “Come this way,” he said afterward. I followed Stumpy back to his tent but refused to go inside, which made Stumpy laugh. He came out with three battered books - one fantasy, one mystery, and, indeed, one romance. “I’m the local library,” he explained.

Genre: Explicitly Steamy Fae Fantasy Romance Female Lead: Deerah Gav, Half-fae, sharp-tongued, former rebel healer Male Lead: Greco Roman, Dark, battle-scarred Prince of the Nightshade Realm, cold and unbending . . . Deerah Gav didn’t bow. Not when the Queen of the Moon Court branded her a traitor. Not when the high fae sorcerers burned her wings into ash for healing humans during the war. And not now, as the obsidian gates of the Nightshade Realm opened with a moan like bone cracking under pressure, revealing a fae prince with blood on his hands and shadows under his eyes.

He occasionally plucked a book from a shelf, skimming the first few lines before handing it to me. One was a satirical volume on werewolf courtship rituals, its cover adorned with dramatic poses and bold fonts. I snorted, holding it up. “You think this is accurate?” “Disturbingly so,” he said with mock solemnity. “I’m sure it’s peer-reviewed.” I laughed, actually laughed, and tucked it under my arm. For ten minutes, maybe fifteen, it felt like a dream I wasn’t sure I deserved. Then the spell broke.

Immediately I say this, the room goes very quiet. I can still hear the clink of bottles, and the shifting of bodies on the couch, but no one is laughing anymore. Why though, it was a dare they gave me----- "Tell your deepest fantasy." Why are they all so quiet now? This is embarrassing. “I…” I try to chuckle, but it comes out as a strangled sound. "It's... just a fantasy.” Still no one says anything in reply and just stare at me awkwardly. Finally, my best friend clears her throat, "Okay... who's up for the next dare?"

I just wanted to say hello and thank you for reading this book! Or at least considering so. I will be your author and host of the adventure, Rayven. What inspired this book? Well, let me tell ya! I was in college in 2011 but life decided that it wasn't my path and threw my ass into motherhood instead. Left at a loss for what to do with my time, I decided to start this book series. I knew what was in most fantasy books: fantastical creatures and places, protagonist wins via antagonist revealing plans in some way, damsel in distress, adventure, conclusion, blah boring blah.

She smiled salaciously at Jayce, hands on her slim hips and large brown eyes luminous in her sharp face. "Have you come for a mount, Prince, or just to pay me a long overdue visit." Her eyes slid past him to his companions and her grin narrowed mischievously. "I have to admit to never participating in an orgy with Halflings, are they as insatiable as the rumors say they are?" He could feel the glare aimed at his back. Of course the stable master would have been one of the few women to ever grace his bed. He sighed internally, refraining from rolling his eyes skyward. "A carriage, actually."